Page 236 of The Omega Exchange: Omnibus

“She trusts you,” Miller says, pulling on his jeans. He heads down the steps that lead out of the nest.

“Trust is anextremestretch of the word.” I stand up and follow him as I eye the door out of the nest.

Now I’m considering running.

“Wake up your lazy ass packmate,” I suggest helpfully.

“He’s beat.” Miller swipes a hand over his face. “She’s comfortable with you, and she invited you in.”

“That doesn’t count,” I say indignantly. “I’m not fucking your omega so you two can run off and do management shit. This place isn’t even our problem.” I look at Nik. “I mean, I guess it’s yours, but I don’t want to die.”

“And you called us dramatic?” Nik scoffs. “I have to go. Let me put it this way. Take care of her or I’ll murder you in your sleep.”

My gaze moves to Miller. “We’re now two for three for members of your pack threatening my life. Would you like to sweep the board?”

I’m seriously questioning my life choices.

Orgies are awesome, I’m all for them.If I get to participate.Watching got old two days ago, but I’m not about being an opportunistic bastard.

I guess I’m kind of old-fashioned because I wouldn’t feel right fucking her without at least putting in the effort to make her like me first.

Pheromone fog is a great excuse for alphas and omegas to fuck like rabbits, but that shit doesn’t apply to me.

Okay so, her perfumenearlygot me a couple times, but I’m a fucking adult, and I mind-over-mattered that shit.

“This may take a while,” Miller says, sighing as he grabs a T-shirt from the floor and tosses it aside when it’s not his. “You know how hard he sleeps when he crashes.”

“That is notmyproblem,” I hiss.

I swear to God, I’m not the unreasonable one in this situation. No matter how they’re making it seem, I know I’mnot. These fuckers got a taste of a ripe omega and they’ve lost all brain functioning as a result.

“Max?” Melody mumbles, sitting up and rubbing at her eyes. She calls him by his first name, and the big fucker trips over his own feet crawling back into the nest. He finds his shirt along the way and pulls it on.

Oliver is still dead to the world, sleeping on his stomach with his face on his forearm and his bare ass in the air.

“Why are you dressed?” Melody whimpers.

“The storm hit and there’s a problem with one of the elevators. Nik and I have to take care of it. Oliver’s a notoriously hard sleeper, but Carver’s here and he’s going to take care of you,” Miller says, nuzzling his cheek to hers.

“Don’t make me sound like a consolation prize,” I grumble, jabbing a finger at him.

“I don’t want you to go. My nest won’t smell right without you,” she whispers, shaking her head. “I’m sorry. I know you have responsibilities outside of me.”

“I don’t want to go either,” Miller says. He pulls her mouth to his and they share a kiss so tender it makesmefeel like an asshole for intruding on it.

I’ve never thought anything was missing from my life, but I’m also getting closer to thirty-five than I am thirty. Settling down wasn’t a thought in my mind during my twenties, but I have noticed lately that when I think about marriage or kids, the idea doesn’t immediately send me into a panic attack like it would have ten years ago.

My parents were on the older side when they had me.

My dad could barely toss the ball around in the yard with me when I was a pre-teen.

Once I hit my teenage years, they supported me from their recliners.

They’re not bad parents. I was their late in life surprise. I don’t like the thought of ending up like that though. If I’m ever going to have a family then I want to be young enough to doallthe things.

“Would you mind refreshing my pillow before you go?” Melody asks, yanking it from behind her and shoving it at Miller.

“Not a bit,” he says, taking the pillow and shoving it under his T-shirt.